Wholistic Fitness

Namaste Noble Warriors –

{Author�s Note: better read this one without the outside music or interruptions. in fact, do me a favor. just print this one out right now. read it – hard copy – later, before bedtime perhaps, when your ego is tired and you have a cup of steaming Calli by your bedside. thank you.)

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many of my less experienced students wonder why i am tardy on my return correspondence to them.

dying and death plays a big part of my tardiness.

forgive my weakness, but many approach me for (unpaid) help in their injured, ill, and dying questions and tribulations.

i am Here to serve.

that is what Teachers do…we serve.

if it is one thing i�ve learned in the past twenty years of body/mind and professional Teaching, is this:

timing is everything.

i have also learned this:

the Lord works in mysterious ways.

i am not in charge.

i have yet to understand many aspects of myself

let alone the world.

so too, do you.

slow down.

go deeper.

all Things happen in God�s timing.

not mine.

not yours.

i dedicate the following to my most beautiful Jessica…

�Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.

All is well.�

– Rosamunde Pilcher

that is all.

i bow to you,

coach ilg.